Could you do a drabble of Loki saving a baby from a Hydra facility and ends up raising it because he finds out that the baby was altered like most people are and it's ability or abilities mirror Loki's? I remember reading an anonymous request that this was in awhile ago but it had more to it but I really think Loki adopting a baby he saves sounded really really perfect especially the way you write him.
Oh jeez… these are supposed to be drabbles! lol
Pairing: Loki and Child | Word Count: 1475Warnings: Fluff and Feels
The crying was what caught his attention when the others had already rushed away to follow the fleeing Hydra agents. The crying into the utter silence. The wail of a scared and broken soul tugged so peculiarly on his heart Loki was completely unable to ignore it.
Unbeknownst to the other plebeians of team Avengers, Loki quite liked children. They saw him not as the monster who had tried to take over the Earth but as the God of Reverllery he was meant to be. Their curiosity and ability to be amazed by even the most trivial of trick gave his heart a small thrill every time one gasped a reverent wow.
So he stopped when the others raced on. Stopped and turned toward the door on the other end of the hall. There was someone there. Small. Young. Scared. And another someone, big, older, and angry standing over their cowering form.
Loki went through the doors with his daggers drawn.
By the time the others returned to the jet, most angrily calling his name, Loki was already comfortably seated, legs crossed, holding the tiny bundle of pink blankets in his arms and cooing softly to the sweet, chubby face.
“What… what… what the hell?” Stark muttered, striding up in his metal tin can.
The toddler began to whimper, and Loki snarled, “You are frightening her in that monstrosity you wear! Remove it at once!”
Stark stepped back, allowing the others to crowd closer but the child‘s whimpers only grew stronger.
“There, there, my sweet. They will not harm you.” He gently brushed her silky curls and stroked her face. She buried it in his throat and babbled softly in her cherub voice. “Why do you all stare? Have you never seen a child before?” he huffed.
“We’ve never seen you with a child before,” muttered Clint, stripping the bow and quiver from his back. “As the only one here with kids, I think you’d best hand her over so we can check her out. Where’d you find the little miss?”
Loki glared at him and reluctantly handed her over. She cried out sharply, babbled something incoherent, and vanished from Clint’s arms to reappear in Loki’s.
“She was being held in the base. I dispatched her caregiver,” he snarled, well aware there had been little to no care given the sweet babe prior to his arrival, “and we have been thus attached ever since.”
“Oh…kay,” Clint hummed and glanced at the others, all appearing to not know what to do. He sighed and crouched down in front of the two of them. “Hi sweety,” he said with a soft smile, “Can I have a look at you if you stay right where you are?”
She peered at Clint cautiously before looking up at Loki for direction. He gave a small nod, reassurance no one would hurt her, not with him there. Though she cuddled closer, she peeked at Clint and nodded.
Clint drew the blankets back and hummed softly. “She’s malnourished by the looks of it. Skinny for a kid her age. She looks about what? Three, Nat?”
“If I had to guess, yeah,” the redhead nodded. “Cute kid. SHIELD’s going to want to look at her after that vanishing act she just did.”
Having been under SHIELD’s tender care, Loki was disinclined to acquiesce to any such wishes. “I think not.”
“Loki, she’s going to need someone to care for her,” Steve said, speaking for the first time.
Loki pulled the blankets back up around the child. “I will care for her.”
“Yeah… no, that’s not going to happen,” Stark muttered. “You know nothing about her or what was done to her.”
“I know all I need to thanks to the memories of the woman who was responsible for her. She is not, as you say, malnourished. She has a high metabolism thanks to the abilities she has had forced upon her.”
“What abilities?” Thor asked cautiously, having remained quiet and outside the conversation until this point.
“She is, for lack of a better explanation, me, brother. There is no one better to see to her care or raise her than me. If this team cannot understand that, then I will take the child and leave, but she is mine. I will not allow another to have her.”
His brother’s blue eyes were far too knowing. “She needs someone, brother.”
Thor held his gaze for a long moment, the conversation for the two of them alone and not for the nosy Midgardian’s to understand.
Finally, Thor nodded. “Then I guess you’d best name her.”
“Astrid, for she is beautiful and will be a goddess worthy of Asgard in her future. My daughter, Astrid,” Loki whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Astrid,” Thor murmured. “It is good.”
“What the hell just happened?” asked Sam.
The others looked from Thor, now knelt at Loki’s knee speaking softly with the child, to Loki, and back to each other. They all gave a shrug and got underway.
Evidently, Loki had just become a father.
“Like this, papa?” Astrid asked, throwing the dagger with perfect accuracy to have it clang off her Uncle Steve’s shield.
“Excellent, darling! Perfectly executed,” Loki chuckled.
Astrid had grown into a sweet girl, tall and thin like him, and Loki couldn’t be prouder of the beaming eight-year-old. Her magic had progressed by leaps and bounds under his tutelage, but it was her nature which had stolen the hearts of every one of the Avengers.
Within weeks of claiming her, Natasha and Wanda had claimed Aunt status, thoroughly spoiling his young daughter with toys and clothing of every variety. If she still preferred the style of dress most similar to his own, Loki tried not to be too smug about it.
The men, too, had been thoroughly enamoured by the tiny Astrid with her bouncing chestnut curls and cherub face. She toddled after all of them within days of returning to the compound, each now a safe person she had become confident in, though she always looked to Loki for guidance.
When SHIELD had, in their infinite stupidity - finally come for his child, they were met by an entire team of superheroes unwilling to part with her. And when they’d tried to bully their way through with talk of court marshalls and consequences, Loki had brought the full might of his own powers to his daughter’s defense, proving once and for all if he’d truly wanted to take over New York, he wouldn’t have needed an army to accomplish such a feat.
They never tried to take his Astrid again, and the others looked at him with newfound awe. He was given much more challenging missions afterward, which were both fun and irritating as they took him from his child.
“Great job!” Steve chuckled, jogging over to offer his palm to the girl who’d just tried to impale him with a dagger.
She gave him a low five and beamed even as she made a new blade appear in her opposite hand. “I’m getting so much better!”
“That you are, precious. I’m so proud of you. Why don’t you run off and find your Aunt Natasha? She was going to show you those hand to hand drills again.”
“Okay, papa!” she chirped, sending the dagger spinning into the air where it shattered into snowflakes and melted away as she skipped out of the room.
“She’s a good kid,” Steve murmured, moving to hang his shield on the wall.
“That she is,” Loki smirked after her.
“I was hesitant to have her here, reluctant I guess in the beginning, but…” Steve paused, his eyes growing distant as memories of these past five years surfaced for him. “She’s kept us all from getting cynical. Having her here reminds us what we fight for. She’s a joy to come home to.”
“Frigga, my mother, always used to say, “We find our blessings in the most unlikely of places.” Do you know, I remember when Odin found me. Cast out and alone. Sentenced to die because I was not the son Laufey needed. I remember it now that the truth is out. The block he’d placed in my memory is gone. I remember him lifting me up, bloody and missing an eye, and saying, “Let’s go home.” I had the same feeling when I found Astrid. As Odin had saved me, I had to save her. She was my blessing in the most unlikely place.”
“She’s been that to all of us,” Steve agreed and tapped his fist on Loki’s shoulder.
Due to popular demand, this story continues in Flames of Desire.
